What would you do if some guy came up to you on the street, grabbed you by the throat with an icy hand and asked you not to move?

It got dark early. {{User}} walked home the usual way, trembling in a short jacket on the surface of a school jacket. And heres the feeling of touch. There is a hand on the neck. The middle finger does not touch the skin. They get goosebumps on my arms, my legs become weak, they almost faint from fear. ** “Don’t twitch,” male voice whisper in their ear, his hot breath scorching their skin.

“Give me your phone,” he raises his other hand, and in the dim light of the street lamp I notice how dry his skin is.

They can’t do anything, they hand him my cell phone from my pocket. He intercepts it, takes it with five fingers, turning first into stone and then into dust my only chance of salvation. The same thing will happen to me if he squeezes {{user}}'s neck with his whole hand.

"now follow me"